Olivia Monson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

Thomas Lee Monson

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Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya about Monson (us)! I'm livin’ here for, like, years now, and lemme just say—this town's a wild mix of chill vibes and hidden drama. Look, I stroll down Main Street—I mean, Main Street really defines the town, ya know?—and every nook shouts history. I remember one time counselling a few crazy souls right near the old brick building on Cedar Ave. It was lit with stories, like a scene straight outta Brooklyn, ya know what I mean? "It’s a wonder, isn’t it?" vibes all around.

Maria E. Monson Obituary March 8, 2025